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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.