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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Animal Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.