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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.