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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Can,
Cymande,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.