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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Franke,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.