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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.