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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Subhumans to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.