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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Motorama,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.