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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.