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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.