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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.