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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.