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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Smog,
Arcadia,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Television,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.