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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.