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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.