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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.