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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.