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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Fear,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.