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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The Kinks to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.