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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Misunderstood to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
X-102,
the Normal,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.