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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.