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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.