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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Skriet,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.