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 Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.