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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
MC5,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.