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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.