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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.