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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Howard Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants 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 rap 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.