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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.