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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 organ 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.