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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.