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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.