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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.