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 China and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.