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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.