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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.