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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Anakelly to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.