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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Lalann,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.