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 Germany and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
The Sound,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.