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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 harpsichord 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Skarface,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
The Standells,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.