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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.