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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Motorama to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Franke,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.