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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
June Days,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.