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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Deadbeat 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.