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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.