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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.