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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
The Saints,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.