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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.