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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
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.