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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Can,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.