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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Skriet,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Crime,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.