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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 Roxette to the crunk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Surgeon,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.