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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.