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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.