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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Television,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.