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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
The Evens,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.