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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Pole,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.