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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.