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 Micronesia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.