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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.