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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 the Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.