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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Donald Byrd to the techno 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Marmalade,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.