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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Dawn Penn 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.