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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Infiniti 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.