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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Sam Rivers to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
The Associates,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.