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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.