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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.