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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.