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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.