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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 linndrum 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.