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 Marshall Islands 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.