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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.