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 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.