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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Magma,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.