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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
UT,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.