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 Russia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.