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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.