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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.