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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Blossom Toes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 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?
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.