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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Black Pus,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
June Days,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Can,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.