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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.