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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.