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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.