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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.