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 Burundi 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.