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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Pole,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Index,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.