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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.