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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.