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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.