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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
The Victims,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.