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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.