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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 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?
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.