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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.