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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.