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 Somalia and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.