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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
MC5,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.