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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.