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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
June Days,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.