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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.