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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Quantec 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 funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Section 25,
PIL,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.