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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.