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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.