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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 synthesizer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.