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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.