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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.