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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
X-102,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.