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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.