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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.