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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.