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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.