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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.