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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
The Residents,
JFA,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.