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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Sparks,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.