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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.