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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Average White Band,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.