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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.