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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.