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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.