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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.