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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Tremeloes to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.