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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Cowsills to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.