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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Clear Light to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Television,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.