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 India and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 Whodini to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.