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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.