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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.