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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
UT,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.