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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.