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 Tonga and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.