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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.