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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Josef K 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.