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 China and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.