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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.