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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.