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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Charles Mingus to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.