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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Neu!,
Can,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.