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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.