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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
John Cale,
Smog,
Magazine,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.