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 Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.