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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Blossom Toes,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.