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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.