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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Motorama,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.