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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.