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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.