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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.