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 Canada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Magma,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.