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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
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 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 Gang of Four to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Fear,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.