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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Gabor Szabo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
The Move,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.