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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
CMW,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.