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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.