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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.