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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.