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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
MDC,
The Sound,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.