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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
X-101,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.