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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.