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 Bahrain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.