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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.