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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Brick,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.