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 Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.