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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.