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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.