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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Wasted Youth 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.