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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.