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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Brick,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.