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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Magma,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.