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 Laos and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.