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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.