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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.