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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.