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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
the Slits,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.