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 Norway and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Fear,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Television,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
The Doors,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.