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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Kayak to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.