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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Swans,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.