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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.