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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.