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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Scientists,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Gong,
Section 25,
Franke,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Crime,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.