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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.