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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Lalann,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.