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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.