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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 10cc to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.