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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.