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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.