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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.