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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
The Cure,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.