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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Technova,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.