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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.