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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.