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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
The Fall,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.