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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.