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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Magma,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.