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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.