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 East Timor and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.