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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.