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 Malawi and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
The Doors,
The Evens,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.