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 Italy and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.