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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.