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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Crime 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.