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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.