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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
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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.