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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.