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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.