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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.