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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.