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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.