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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.