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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.