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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lalann to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.