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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Guru Guru to the funk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.