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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Fear,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.