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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.