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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Skriet,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.