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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.