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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
The Names,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
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.