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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Josef K,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.