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 Canada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Pole,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.