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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Doors,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.