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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.