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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.