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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
New Order,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Can,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.