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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.