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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
AZ,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Scrapy,
X-101,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Model 500,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.