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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.