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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.