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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.