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 Panama and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.