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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.