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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.