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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Scion,
Lyres,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.