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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Black Pus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.