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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.