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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Ludus,
UT,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.