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 Kiribati 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.