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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.