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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.