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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.