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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 Grass Roots to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.