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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Hoover to the rap 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
JFA,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Smog,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.