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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.