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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 clarinet 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 Erykah Badu to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Pole,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.