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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Nico,
Zapp,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Slave,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.