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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.