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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.