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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 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 the Slits to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.