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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.