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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.