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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.