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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.