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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.