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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.