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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Sheep,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.