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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.