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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Evens to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
CMW,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.