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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.