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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.