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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Can,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.