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 Grenada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Grass Roots to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.