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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.