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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.