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 Brunei and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.