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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.