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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.