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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.