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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.