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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.