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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.