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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Television Personalities to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
T. Rex,
Unwound,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Main Source,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.