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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.