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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Television,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.