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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Symarip,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Arcadia,
PIL,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.