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 Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Index,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Q65,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.