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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Wire,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.