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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 the Swans to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.