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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.