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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ten City,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.