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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.