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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.