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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Slits to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.