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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.