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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Index,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.