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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.