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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.