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 United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.