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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.