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 Singapore 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Pole,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.