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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.