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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.