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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
PIL,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
Index,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.