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 Monaco 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.