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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 guitar 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
X-102,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
X-101,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
The Selecter,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.