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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.