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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
cv313,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.