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 Benin and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.