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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.