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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alphaville to the jazz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.