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 Qatar and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.