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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Index,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.