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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.