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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.