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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 marimba 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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.