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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.