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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.