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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.