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 Singapore 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
The Dead C,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.