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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.