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 Belgium and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Can,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.