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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 UT to the techno 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.