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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.