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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
the Association,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.