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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.