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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.