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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.