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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.