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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.