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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.