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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.