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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.