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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.