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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.