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 Iceland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.