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 Dominica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Slits to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.