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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.