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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.