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 Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.