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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.