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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.