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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.