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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Vogues 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.