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 Mozambique and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Victims 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.