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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Swans,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.