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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.