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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
June of 44,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.