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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Gong,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.