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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.