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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cymande to the dance 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.