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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.