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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Offenders to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.