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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
X-101,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.