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 Canada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Television,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.