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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 E-Dancer to the crunk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.