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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Gong,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.