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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.