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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Inner City,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.