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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.