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 Korea South and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.