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 Micronesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.