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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slave to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.