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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.