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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.