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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Fear,
The Music Machine,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.