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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gap Band to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
MC5,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.