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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.