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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.