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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.