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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.