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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
cv313,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.