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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.