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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
AZ,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.