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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Human League to the disco 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Shoche,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.