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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 FM Einheit to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.