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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
The Gories,
World's Most,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.