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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.