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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.