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 Botswana and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.