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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.