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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Erasure,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.