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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Scion,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.