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 Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.