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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Little Man,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.