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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.