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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Organ,
Interpol,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.