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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Masters at Work 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
June Days,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.