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 North and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.