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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.