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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.