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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.