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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Sound to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.