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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.