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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.