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 Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.