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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Lyres,
AZ,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.