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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.