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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.