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 Australia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.