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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Can,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.