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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the dance 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.