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 Burkina and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.