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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.