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 Finland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.