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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
cv313,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.