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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.