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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.