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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Nico,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.