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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.