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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.