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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Y Pants,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.