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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s 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 Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.