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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.