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 Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Leaves to the funk 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Gong,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.