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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.