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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.