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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.