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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.