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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magazine,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.