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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.