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 Mali and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
UT,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.