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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Scion,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.