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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.