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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
Index,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.