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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.