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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.