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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
ABC,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.