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 Togo 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.