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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.