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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.