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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Althea and Donna to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.