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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.