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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.