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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.