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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Franke,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.