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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Pole,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.