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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
Q65,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.