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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.