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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.