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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.