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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.