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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
JFA,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.