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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
The Smoke,
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.