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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
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.