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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Monks,
Motorama,
The Move,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.