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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Johannesburg and Bologna.
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 organ 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.