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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.