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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.