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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Hoover,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.