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 Chile and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Al Stewart,
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.