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 Kazakhstan and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.