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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.