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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.