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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
The Slits,
The Names,
June of 44,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.