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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.