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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.