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 Syria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.