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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the dance 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.