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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Franke,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.