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 Algeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Can,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.