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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
ABC,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.