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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Q65,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.