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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.