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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.