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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Nico,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.