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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Little Man,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.