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 United States and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Pole,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.