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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Nico,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.