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 Canada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brick to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius 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?
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.