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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Index to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
The Move,
New Order,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Nas,
Franke,
Ossler,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.