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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 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 Kayak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.