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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the funk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Faust,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.