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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.