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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.