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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.