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 Latvia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Names,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.