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 Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.