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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.