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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.