Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Can,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.