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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 the Soft Cell to the funk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Wings,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.