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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 LL Cool J to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
the Association,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.