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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.