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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.