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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.