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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.