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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.