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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.