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 Denmark and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.