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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.