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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.