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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.