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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.