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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.