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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Technova,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.