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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.