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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.