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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.