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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.