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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Television,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.