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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.