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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.