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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.