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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.