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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
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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.