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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.