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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.