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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.