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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.