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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Joey Negro,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
JFA,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.