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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.