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 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.