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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.