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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.