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 Nauru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.