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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.