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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.