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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.