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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.