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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.