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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Index,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Monolake,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.