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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.