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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Morten Harket to the rap 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Visage,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.