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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department 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?
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Roxette,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.