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 Cape Verde and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Television,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.