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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
MDC,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.