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 Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.