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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.