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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.